Later that evening I got a call from my brother who asked how his daughter was. I said that she was ok. Now that same evening to my surprise Alexis be...an wearing lose tops without any bra and used to wear lose bottoms which showed no evidence if any panty. This puzzled me for some time and I would go to bed wondering what Alexis was doing. So the next day I watched her carefully.As night time came I was custom to sleeping with just a t-shirt and nothing else as I liked to be free. So the next. Both of us where in raptures of pleasure first one then the other of us would pull one of us onto our backs or on top of the other. Then we ended up face to face and I grabbed her cock and placed it parallel to mine with my hand round both as we kissed forcefully and wanked us both together. 'God I love that!', she gasped, 'but I have a slightly unusual request, I want to fuck you babe!'.At that moment I would have let her remove my legs with a chainsaw, I just hoped that big cock wouldn't be. " You're kidding. Brenden doesn't mind what we're doing?" He says that he wants me to be happy and if that's with you, then it's fine with him." So, we can still, uh, you know." Yes, and even more often, Ray. He said if we want to go to my room while he's home, that's okay with him. He just doesn't want to see us doing anything." You mean, we can be together even more?" Yes, I even asked him if you could sleep over some weekends and he thought that was okay." Sleep over. You and me, in your. I imagined both these women had underarm and pubic hair that would run riot if left unchecked. That didn’t worry me, either. One of my favourite tiny bits of film is in Letter to Brezhnev, where you get a quick glimpse of Alexandra Pigg’s armpit, and it’s like getting a flash of her crotch. Hair that’s lurking there, not meant to be seen, but evidence that here lies a fully functioning woman with sexual urges, not some shiny, smooth doll. Not that there was anything wrong with the doll types,.